struggle in ancient times

It was already evening when the two of them finished packing and went to the temple.

There are a lot of people going up and down the mountain, and there are little monks standing at the gate of the temple to guide them.

"The benefactor is here so late, but do you need accommodation?" The little novice saw two people walking leisurely, because he had seen many such people, most of them were here to stay.

After all, there is no need to give money for lodging in the temple, just donate some sesame oil money.

Some people who are tired from traveling and have no money will come here to stay, and they can also pay respects to the Buddha and pray for their families.

"I heard from my mother that the temple in Xishan is very efficacious, so I brought my husband here to stay for a few days. Unexpectedly, I was delayed on the road, so it was a bit late." Liao Tingyu saluted the little novice.

"The benefactor, please." The little novice nodded and walked slowly ahead to lead the way.

Not in a hurry, the two followed the little novice monk to a meditation room leisurely.

This room comes with a small garden, a path paved with crushed stones, and uneven flowers and grass. It has not been carefully taken care of, but it has a kind of natural beauty.

There are not too many decorations in the room, a table, a few rows of stools, a bed, and a desk near the window with paper, pens, and Buddhist scriptures, and nothing else .

This kind of arrangement is considered good in a temple, although it is not luxurious, it is also calming.

It was not in vain that he invested a sum of sesame oil money in the merit box passing by.

The bell rang in the evening, and the sound of the big bell ringing reverberated.

The voice of the monks in the temple who recited slowly was neither high nor low, but it penetrated into the ears, bringing a cool breeze to the soul.

"Almsgiver, you will stay here for a few days. I don't know if you have eaten tonight. After a while, after reading the sutras, we will have a vegetarian meal. You can go to the dining hall to eat." The little novice He pointed in the direction of the dining hall.

He also told the working and resting hours of those temples, and asked them if they wanted to go to the chanting hall now.

Liao Tingyu used to be a believer, but here there is only Buddhism.

He looked at Huang Zilan and asked, "Do you want to listen to it?"

Huang Zilan thought it was a good time to listen to it.

Thinking about the secret mission that Mrs. Deng quietly entrusted to herself this morning, I think it's better to be more sincere.

"I want to go and listen."

Liao Tingyu doesn't care, just listen to it, he took Zilan to snatch a good seat, and had to say the Buddhist scriptures, although he said it slowly, but it also felt strange to listen to.

The temple in Xishan seems to be very famous. After listening to the Buddhist scriptures, I found that there are many pilgrims here.

And most of them are people from the neighborhood, and I also met a lot of acquaintances in the town along the way.

It's not the [-]th day of the new year, if the [-]th day of the new year comes, I'm afraid there will be a sea of ​​people.

The vegetarian meal tastes good, although it is all vegetarian dishes and vegetable oil.

The chef who is in charge of the chef thinks that his craftsmanship has been tempered, and he used the only materials to make a taste similar to that of a hotel chef.

The next morning, they were woken up by the sound of the bell at about four or five o'clock in the morning, and the two got up quickly. After breakfast, they went to the sutra hall to listen to the monks chanting sutras.

Walking on the road, Huang Zilan said with emotion: "After hearing the Buddhist scriptures one or two times, I feel that my whole heart has calmed down."

"It's still early for lunch, where are we going to play?" Huang Zilan asked while playing with the prayer beads he had invited.

"I heard that the peach blossoms here are not bad, ten miles of peach blossoms, what kind of beauty is it?" Liao Tingyu said.

"Ten miles?"

"Yes, I heard that it is ten miles away. It seems that there is a large peach blossom behind this mountain. I don't know the exact location. I will ask later."

Huang Zilan nodded, he had never seen ten miles of peach blossoms before!

I don't know what to do when the peaches are ripe. Are there so many peaches to eat?

Liao Tingyu pulled the monk on the side and asked: "This master is bothering you, I don't know how to get to the peach blossom forest on your side?"

"The benefactor walked straight from here, and then suggested that the small red pavilion turn left and you will arrive at the peach blossom forest." The monk replied that he looked at his face, but he didn't say anything, but the meaning of that look made Liao Tingyu feel very strange.

Liao Tingyu thanked the monk, then turned around and led Huang Zilan to Taolin.

After watching Liao Tingyu go away, the monk said strangely: "It's really strange. It's a prime minister who died young, but he has the blessing of being a marquis and worshiping prime minister. Strange, strange!"

The peach blossom forest grows on the back of Xishan Mountain, most of which are pink, and a few are mixed with white. It is said that some believers planted peach trees. As time goes by, the peach forest grows bigger and bigger, gradually forming the current scale.

As far as the eye can see is the delicate and beautiful peach blossom.

He suddenly understood a sentence in the Book of Songs, "When the peach is young, it will be returned with a scorching fire."

This is a soul-stirring beauty.

But the person next to him standing under the peach blossom tree was very gentle.

Many unmarried boys and girls and loving couples have gathered in the peach blossom forest.

The two watched as they walked.

Liao Tingyu occasionally placed the most beautiful peach blossom in Huang Zilan's ear.

The scenery here is beautiful, but it's a pity that he didn't bring a paintbrush.

I wish I could capture this moment on paper.

In his eyes, Huang Zilan is better than thousands of peach blossoms, but in the eyes of others, he is better than the pines and cypresses in the forest.

Many unmarried twins and young ladies are secretly envious.

A rich lady surrounded by maidservants looks at the gentle man who picks peach blossoms for her husband, and falls in love with her heart. If she is his wife, can she also enjoy such tenderness?

She shyly thought about how she would get along with her in the future. The servant girl next to her looked at the young lady's spring heart, followed her gaze, and she knew that she was thinking jokingly: "Miss, do you like that young master?"

The woman squeezed her handkerchief shyly: "There is someone next to him."

"So what if there are people, who doesn't have three wives and four concubines, and they are still twins." The servant girl raised her eyebrows and said, not that he looked down on Shuang'er, but that Shuang'er's fertility is indeed not as good as the girl's.

Many wealthy families will also marry a flat wife if they marry a double son.

"I don't know if there is a wife at home?" The young lady said softly.

She looked at Liao Tingyu's graceful appearance, and she was a little worried. She wanted to have good looks, a family and a family, and she would not be wronged to be a concubine.

But the person in front of her was something she had never seen before, so gentle and handsome, she didn't want to just give up, what if there wasn't one?

"Xiao Cui, go ask that Shuang'er."

"Yes!" Xiao Cui rolled her eyes, and she turned a corner and walked in front of Huang Zilan.

"Young master, please excuse me. Seeing that you are so loving, my lady is really envious. I don't know how you are..." She said meaningfully.

Seeing her unspeakable appearance, Huang Zilan thought she was here to learn from the scriptures. After reading the words of the person next to her, she said, "I need you to avoid me for a while!"

Liao Tingyu nodded obediently, "Okay, I'll wait for you next to you. Hurry up."

"My lord, your husband is really kind to you. My young lady is also old enough to discuss marriage. If you see you, let me ask for advice." Xiao Cui looked at Huang Zilan adoringly.

"I don't have any tricks, but I found the right person." Huang Zilan accepted the praise very much, but he didn't seem to do anything to say that the imperial husband is skilled.

"Then you are his husband." The maid pretended to be surprised and said.

"Yes!" Huang Zilan said proudly.

"Then is there anyone else in your family? You know, ordinary people are..." Xiao Cui knew that it was not good to ask this question, so he spoke a little hesitantly, and his cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment.

"No, he said that he would be with me forever. My mother-in-law said before that she wanted to marry a concubine, but he refuted it." Huang Zilan laughed unconsciously thinking of the scene where her husband was fighting for her.

Xiao Cui felt that he had made enough inquiries, so he bid farewell to Huang Zilan.

"You are so lucky to have met such a good person. It would be great if my young lady had half of your blessing."

She looked at the people under the tree next to her, "Then I will leave first, and I will not disturb you to enjoy the flowers. I wish you two peace and beauty."

Xiao Cui returned to the anxiously waiting young lady and said: "I have asked clearly, there is only one person in his family, and he is mostly a scholar, and just now he was standing by a lot of people saying hello, and he vaguely heard calling Mr. He is a scholar. Miss, I think it is feasible."

The woman also thinks it's okay, it's okay to match her with fame and fame, and the clothes don't look like poor children, she is a little nervous: "Xiao Cui, what do you think I should do?"

"It's better for Miss to send love with a sachet. If he wants to, he will understand." If he doesn't want to, it's better to save some face, Xiao Cui said.

The woman thought this idea was good, so she took care of her makeup, borrowed paper and a pen to write a series of beautiful lowercase characters, carefully put them in the sachet, and walked over gracefully: "Mr.

Liao Tingyu heard a voice from behind, and seeing that it was the maid just now, the woman in front should be that young lady.

Huang Zilan saw it too, and he had a bad feeling.

Liao Tingyu glanced at Huang Zilan, the eyes of each other revealed that trouble was coming, Liao Tingyu still asked politely: "What's the matter with you?"

"I..." After all, the woman is thin-skinned, and some words are really hard to say. She mustered up the courage to put the sachet into Liao Tingyu's hand, walked a few steps in a hurry, and stopped again, wanting to say something, and looked deeply at Liao Tingyu. With one glance, he turned and left.

Everything is silent.

Huang Zilan's vinegar jar was overturned in an instant, and she snatched the sachet, "You are really welcome. Let me see, yo! This embroidery is good, it seems that the lady is quite virtuous."

"It's really good. This bag should be made of silk, and this thread is probably gold thread. It seems that my husband is very popular. Zilan will watch me. Otherwise, I will pry it in front of you like today Your corner." Liao Tingyu said with a smile seeing Huang Zilan's jealous appearance was very helpful.

Huang Zilan also saw the maid in the back, and narrowed his eyes dangerously. It seems that he needs to be more vigilant in the future to prevent today's incident from happening.

Thinking about the stupid thing I did just now, I angrily threw the sachet on the peach tree, "That person is the master of the one just now."

Turning his head and threatening Liao Tingyu, he said, "You are mine. Don't forget that you said you would be with me forever. You can't go back on your word. If you bring someone back someday, I will make peace with you. This flower is not rewarded." If you appreciate a peach blossom, you will attract another peach blossom. I’m not in the mood, so I’m going back. If you want to appreciate it, enjoy it yourself!”

The more he talked, the angrier he became, Huang Zilan couldn't bear the thought that Liao Tingyu no longer belonged to him alone.

"Don't worry! My whole life belongs to you alone. Don't be angry! Let's not reward, let's go to worship the Buddha, draw lots, and ask when our children will visit us." Liao Tingyu also didn't expect things to happen. With such a development, I didn't expect to make people cry.

"En." Huang Zilan sniffed, nodded with teary eyes, like a lost puppy finally found its own home, tightly holding Liao Tingyu's hand, declaring sovereignty.

Huang Zilan always felt that the matter would not end so easily. Walking on the road, he simulated many possibilities in his heart.

Liao Tingyu saw that Huang Zilan didn't speak all the way, thinking that what happened today made him sick, so he didn't bother him, and the two returned to the meditation room quietly.